All language subtitles for Nancy.Drew.S01E02.The Secret of the Old Morgue.eng

Horseshoe Bay's most infamous Sea Queen

wore her crown for only one night.

People say she still haunts our town,

a town I never thought I'd be stuck in

until life dropped
a real mystery into my lap.

Mr. Hudson. Welcome to The Claw.

Can you bring something to my
wife? She's outside in the car.

Mrs. Hudson?

We told you all we know.

We're not suspects.

I'm looking at a decent four-pack:

town screwup, ex-con, city girl,

- and Nancy Drew.
- George,

it's way too soon for this.

I'm not in high school anymore,

and you're not married. Come on.

What are you doing with Ned Nickerson?

Stay away from that kid.

Manslaughter?

"Found guilty after the testimony of

a single key witness: Tiffany Hudson."

What the hell?

Your father is worried
about you and so am I.

Not just as a police
officer but as a friend.

Is that what you were to my mom?

I tried to record the fireworks,

but all I got was...

Tiffany Hudson, murdered by a ghost.

Why is it always the ones you love most

who have the most to hide?

What's the dress of a girl

who was murdered 20 years
ago doing in my attic?

Are you... doing okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Nancy, I am so sorry for
keeping things to myself.

I need you to know nothing ever happened

between Karen and me while
your mom was still alive.

But then she was here...

I thought I knew my dad,

but if he could lie about Karen,

he could lie about anything.

Including what really
happened to Lucy Sable.

... and that's when things
started to change between us.

We wanted to tell you.

We just didn't know how.

Is there anything you want to ask me?

Yeah.

Are you the reason she's
known as "Dead Lucy"?

Nope.

♪ I watch the sunlight slowly fade ♪

♪ Into the darkness of the night ♪

♪ The hunted hang around... ♪

Hello.

♪ So heavy now ♪

♪ I don't wanna fight... ♪

What do you mean they
want to do an autopsy?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

Yeah, we need to get
ahead of this thing.

Now.

_

Nancy Drew. Twice in two days.

Tell me you're here to confess.

May I please see the cold
case file on Lucy Sable?

Oh, returning to your favorite pastime

of interfering in my work.

Why the sudden interest in
Lucy 20 years after the fact?

Just a concerned citizen.

Chief, that was Judge Fontaine.

He signed the injunction.

Our coroner can't touch the body.

Court's allowing Ryan
Hudson to move Tiffany

to the district morgue in New Hampshire.

He says he wants the autopsy handled

by a more qualified expert.

They're picking the body up at 8:00 p.m.

They're railroading your
investigation, aren't they?

This is why suspects
don't get to hang around

in a police station.

Looks like Lucy will have to wait,

which means the only thing
I have to worry about

is the other murder that needs solving,

the one where I'm a suspect.

The only way to clear my
name is to find the killer,

who could be closer
than I'd like to think.

Ace puts up the slacker front,

but he's smarter than he seems...

I got a big mirror.

... even if he's got a thing
for unattainable women.

Bess says she lives in a
mansion with her rich aunt,

but if that's true, why
is she working here?

George plays the tough girl,

but she's a pro at keeping secrets.

Big secrets.

Like the identity of the older man

she was caught hooking
up with junior year.

But none of them has a motive.

- The only one who does
- _

- is the one I desperately wish didn't:
- _

the guy Tiffany put in
jail three years ago

- with her eyewitness testimony.
- _

Who I also happen to be sleeping with.

Oh, um...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

- Nick, hi.
- I was just wondering

if you'd be my date to
the Seawater Ceremony.

That is if they haven't canceled it

'cause of everything that's happened.

No, no, highly implausible.

Ghostly superstitions are a
big part of our tourist trade.

It's a whole thing
that's happening tonight.

I'll tell you about it later.

Well, in that case, what do you think?

I'll meet you at the beach tonight.

Great.

God, I hope he's innocent.

♪ Nancy Drew 1x02 ♪
The Secret of the Old Morgue

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Well, Tiffany Hudson's not the
only dead thing around here.

- I... Too soon.
- Is it?

Mm. Don't just stand there, guys.

- Post something on Yelp.
- What do you want us to post?

"We promise our waitstaff
didn't murder anyone"?

We all know who murdered Tiffany.

Dead Lucy. We have it all on video.

What did the cops say
when you showed them?

I didn't show them.

- But...
- All they would do is

take my phone away
and log it as evidence.

Anyway, kids have been making
fake Lucy videos for years.

McGinnis wouldn't believe her.

Well, won't we know more soon?

Aren't they gonna do an autopsy?

I overheard that the Hudson
family got a judge to block it.

They're moving the body tonight,

which is exactly what you would do

if you were trying to cover up a murder.

You're looking in the wrong place, Drew.

Ryan Hudson wouldn't kill his wife.

Why is his family trying to hide behind

a special autopsy?

So you can doctor the results.

Hide the truth.

I mean, I'm willing to bet

if they've got a judge in their pocket,

they've got that coroner
in New Hampshire, too.

Although...

if we had someone...

say a forensic chemist
who owed you for solving

a perfume-related mystery
for him in the ninth grade,

he could perform the same kind
of toxicology tests for you.

- That's a very specific hypothetical.
- Yeah.

I-It may not be a full autopsy,

but it could be enough to
figure out how Tiffany died.

All I'd need is some of her blood.

And how are we gonna
get some of her blood?

Also, ew.

Stay here.

I got it.

Standard public building break-in.

Been doing them since I was 14.

Hello?

Yeah, I'm going out for coffee,

and then I'll pick the bucket
up at the hardware store.

Yeah, I remember. Yeah, and
I'll bring it to the beach later.

Pick a lock, steal some blood.

Done by the time he's back.

Except there's no lock to pick.

Guess they use key cards now.

Gonna have to come up with a new plan.

Hello?

Get it together, Drew.

You don't believe in ghosts. Right?

So, it turns out the security
system in the morgue is

a little insane, so we're
gonna have to try again tonight.

You can't go there at night;
the morgue's haunted.

Oh, here we go.

Wait, what... it's haunted?

Yeah. By our old friend, Dead Lucy.

They say she wanders it after dark,

searching for a long-lost body.

About ten years back,
some kids snuck in,

trying to see if those
stories were true.

One died...

... one disappeared,
the other lost his mind.

- Oh, my God.
- I know.

I bet that's why the security system's

so souped-up now. Right?

Okay, we're not gonna
let a ghost story stop us

from our one chance of
gathering this evidence.

So we're gonna work together to
break in to the morgue tonight.

Wait, who said we
were gonna do anything?

Well, as fellow suspects, you should be

highly incentivized to help me.

We may not be able to dismantle

the security system, but we
can get the coroner's key card.

He'll be at the ceremony tonight,

so we'll break into the
morgue while he's there,

and the blood will be packed
up and shipped off by 9:00 p.m.

Oh, but what about the van?

You said it was supposed
to arrive by 8:00 p.m.

Unless we get it canceled.

Ryan arranged the transport himself,

so he could call it off, or we
could cancel it for him if...

If we got the name of
that medical examiner,

we could call and
impersonate a Hudson flunky.

All we need is Ryan's phone.

He jogs up near Hunter's
Creek every afternoon.

Leaves his stuff there.
You can get it then.

What?

I cut through there on
my lunch break, okay?

Can you cut through there again today?

Oh, and steal his phone.

- You steal his phone, I can break into it.
- Hmm.

- Noted.
- Why can't you do it?

Because I'm gonna be getting
the tool to break into the car.

- And you're the one who knows where to find him.
- Fine.

_

My mom's car.

Nick said he could get
it up and running again.

But if that's all he's up to...

Whoa. Stop.

It's not ready yet.

What brings you by? Not
that I'm complaining.

I need something to
break into a locked car.

Because I'm trying to figure
out exactly how Tiffany died.

I can help.

So, uh, you feel like telling me more?

I don't want to get you in trouble.

Don't tell me you plan on
doing something dangerous again.

I won't.

Tell you.

_

George?

Hey.

Hey.

I've been looking for you.

Is this about why you ghosted me?

I need to know why you're
moving Tiffany's body.

Word travels fast, huh?

Look, people like to come
after families like mine,

you know, sell a story.

Tiffany was...

She was heavily medicated.

I didn't need that
showing up on Page Six.

So...

This way,

the autopsy's done in
a bigger jurisdiction

with more discretion,

so my family's privacy is protected.

That's it.

Really?

'Cause everyone thinks that
you're hiding something.

What do you mean, everybody? You?

- No.
- George, come on.

You know that I would
never do anything like that.

Look,

why don't we, um...

why don't we reschedule for tonight.

Yeah.

Hey.

Dropped your phone.

I got to get back to work.

Hey, what else is
everybody saying about me?

You really want me to answer that?

Hey, Carson!

- Hey.
- Hill-topper.

- That's Hudson.
- Yes.

I didn't know the townies
still used that term.

If you came to talk to me
about your image problem,

you might start by not
calling them "townies".

See, that's exactly
the advice that I need.

I'm sure your parents have a publicist.

Well, they do, but I want a lawyer.

I decline.

You really think that
I had something to do

with my wife's death?

Carson, I'm innocent.

Then your legal needs are minimal.

People here in this town,

they... they trust you.

So you can buy me a little
goodwill with the locals.

Their opinions aren't for sale.

But you know that.

Otherwise, you wouldn't
have come to find me.

Well, now, give yourself a
little bit more credit than that.

'Cause I know that my
parents had you on retainer

back in the day.

Here's my pro bono advice:

Stop acting like you have no connection

to the town you summer in.

If you ever did stand
trial for you wife's death,

these people are your
jurors, and to them,

you're still just a rich
teen cruising Main Street

in your Porsche, making fun of them.

Well, come on, I was just a stupid kid.

I remember.

So what do I got to
do to change your mind?

Nothing.

Promised my wife I'd never
work for another Hudson.

No dice.

He took his phone jogging.

I saw you take it out of his
car and then hand it back to him.

You were spying on me?

You were helping him.

Best case scenario,

you were covering for a killer;

worst case scenario, you are the killer.

Whoa, what?

Why would I kill Tiffany?

You handled her food that night.

So did you.

But... I'm not sleeping
with her husband.

Come on, George.

It's obvious. He asked you
to "reschedule" for tonight.

So now you have super hearing?

I can read lips... I
learned how to online.

Yeah, and everyone thought I
was the weirdo in high school.

Nothing's changed.

You're still judging me
and jumping to conclusions.

I'm not jumping...

- that is real evidence...
- You know what's real?

Being called a slut by your friends.

When I sat down at a lunch table,

your friends would wipe the seat off.

- My friends were idiots.
- Yeah, but they were your friends.

Were they not?

Although where are they now?

From what I remember,
they lost interest in you

the second you became the
girl with the dying mom.

All that's left is for
you to tell my secret

and laugh at me.

Just like old times, right, Drew?

Get out of my way.

Why are you guys so mad?

- The plan's off.
- What happened to Ryan's cell phone?

He took it with him.

The medical examiner's van is
on its way here as we speak.

Coroner's meeting up
with it at 8:00, right?

What if we found a way to delay the van?

Enough to get what we
need from the morgue?

Yeah, there's only that one
road that leads into the morgue.

Right? You have a working car?

- On it.
- Take Bess.

- On it.
- I'll get the key card.

We'll be done by 8:30,

and you'll be home by 9:00.

Cool.

Bye.

And we'll use the seawater
bucket ceremony as our cover.

Once a year, on the final
day of the Summer Festival,

the town gathers for the bucket ritual.

Get a bucket of seawater,
put it outside your door,

kick it over when the church
bells strike midnight.

If there's still seawater
inside, you live.

But superstition says
if it's turned to blood,

you're marked to die in the coming year.

You're planning something.

Something no one's told me about.

- Your record... I mean, if we get arrested...
- It's okay. It's okay.

I'll sit this one out.

Just be careful.

Hey.

Someone got lost on their
way to the yacht club.

Can I buy one of those buckets?

I've never seen a Hudson

show up to a town event
like this before.

He's just doing this to prove a point,

show that he's one of us.

Looks like it's working.

Image rehab... the grieving widower.

Yeah, and it doesn't
take much, apparently.

Who would ever trust a
manipulative psycho like him?

You'd be surprised.

Hey, sorry.

- Appreciate it.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Mr. Hudson. There's something
that you need to know about.

It's so good to see you.
Thank you so much.

- No, Ryan...
- You be good.

Thank you. Hi.

Thank you so much.

Thank you. Your support
means so much to me right now.

Thank you. Hey.

Hey.

No, I just got here.

I know you're on the beach.
Where on the beach?

Well, I don't know where that is. I'm...

Where?

I'm losing my mind.

I'm losing my mind.
That's better, right?

- Better than that being real.
- What's wrong?

Did you not get the key card?

No, I got it. Um...

I think I may have seen something.

- Never mind. It's crazy.
- No, no, no. Go.

I love crazy.

I think I might have seen a
vision of a drowned corpse.

Which normally, I would
think was nothing, but it...

Wait, it's Dead Lucy.

It's like Ace said.

She doesn't want you
to go into the morgue.

Nancy's had a warning.

- Ooh.
- Yeah.

From Dead Lucy. She
doesn't want us to do this.

That's definitely not what I said.

- Well...
- So forget I mentioned it.

It's a moment of weakness.

Just keep telling yourself that.

We're ready. You know what you saw.

Either you're going
crazy or Bess is right...

you're being haunted.

_

_

_

No sign of the coroner's van yet.

Easy, now.

We'll go slow, slow, slow...

Are you talking to your car?

Her name is Florence.

And which one is Tiffany?

Ace.

Punctual.

- Okay, here we go.
- He better stop.

- Thanks for stopping.
- Sure.

- Yeah, you know, she just stopped.
- Mmm.

Tire gave out completely.

It all happened so fast.
You know, he panicked.

Right.

Well, it doesn't feel like a puncture.

We called for roadside assistance,

and they'll be here. It's
gonna take a while, though.

- Well, lucky you, I've got a jack.
- You got a jack.

- Yeah. I'm Lisbeth, by the way.
- Hi.

Great.

Give me five minutes, we'll
get you back on your way again.

No rush.

Hello, Tiffany.

It's almost done.

Nancy's still in there.

Do something.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, you sweet thing.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh. Is this normal?

You got to be kidding me.

- It's leaking.
- Okay.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Your car will understand.

Okay, almost ready.

Um... You, can you
give me a hand, please?

Okay, yeah.

- Hey.
- So, I need you to put your finger

- on, uh, that part right there. Okay?
- Um...

- Uh...
- Now, can I push it?

Yeah, sure.

Just right...

- Oh, yeah. Yeah...
- there. Right? Yeah.

And not too hard, just
about that much. Okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Is that right?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

That's perfect.

Yeah, just like that.

Um, so, Lisbeth, where did
you, uh, learn how to do this?

The tissue sample room,

where they keep what's left of the dead

who don't leave their
entire bodies behind.

Like Lucy Sable.

_

Blood from the rocks she fell on.

A broken crown with strands
of her hair still in it.

All that was left

of Horseshoe Bay's most
infamous Sea Queen.

Who needs a cold case file
when they've got this?

George, what are you doing here?

Saving your ass.

I figured you'd be dumb
enough to get caught.

And you may not believe me,

but I need to know how Tiffany
died just as much as you do.

Watch out.

Go.

I owe you one, for high school.

Give me the blood.

Okay, worst-case scenario,

they arrest you and
they take it away anyway.

Best-case scenario, you can trust me.

Give me the blood. Come on, come on.

Okay. Take these, too.
I'll explain later.

Hey, turn around slowly.

Hands where I can see them.

Where's Nancy? I mean,
something must have gone wrong.

So, that Lisbeth. She
was something else, huh?

Saw you got her number.

That's nicely done.

Oh, yeah.

Bess, I get it, and I just...
you and me, we're cool.

Yeah, Ace, um, the thing is,

is I don't really date anybody.

Boys... girls.

Why not?

I don't know, I've... I guess
I've just been on my own

for so long, I've never
let myself drop an anchor

to get close to someone like that.

Oh, I can be your anchor.

Your platonic anchor.

Call it a platanchor.

If you let me.

Are you asking to be my friend?

Yeah.

Nancy got arrested. I got a
bunch of dead people's parts.

- Ooh, what parts?
- Wait, Nancy got arrested?

I'm gonna put these in the
fridge. Nobody touch them.

Face forward.

Face left.

Face to the right.

_

Nancy, you do realize that this
only makes you look more guilty.

Trespassing does not make me a murderer.

I only did it because I
wanted to clear my name.

I just want to get out of this town.

Then please, take my advice and stay...

Karen, I can't do this.

Not with the one woman who
completely broke my trust.

I-I'm just trying to help you
see that it's not worth it.

Okay? That this was all for nothing.

Or not.

Can I get a cup of coffee?

Tiffany's phone, logged as evidence.

- Bingo. The last text she sent,
- _

to an unnamed contact?

_

Hey.

Someone's here to see you.

They're charging you with
burglary and criminal trespass.

I will do everything in my power
to get these charges dropped,

but there are limits.

You're not a kid.

This girl detective stuff
isn't cute anymore.

I'm doing this to find the truth.

Well, if you would just let the
cops do their job for a minute

instead of breaking into
morgues and filing cabinets...

Yeah,

I saw what you did in my office.

What other choice did I have?

You had the choice to trust me.

Yeah, well, I tried that,

and then I saw you with Karen...

And you figured that I'd lost any claims

to professional integrity, right?

Yeah, kind of.

Here's what I can tell you.

If someone had broken
into my confidential files,

I can imagine a scenario
where they might be worried

about Ned Nickerson's
connection to Tiffany Hudson.

They might even speculate that
he'd had a motive to kill her,

but what I can also tell you

is that a high-profile
witness like Tiffany

would've testified behind a screen

to make sure the defendant
never knew her identity.

So Nick never knew who Tiffany was?

As his former attorney,
I can't comment on that.

Why didn't you want me seeing him?

Because I wanted you
to spend this next year

getting your life back on track,

not getting attached to a
kid with a troubled past.

There's a list of questions

that I ask all my clients at this point.

No. No.

I have questions first.

Okay.

I found a dress in the attic.

A dress?

Yeah, you know,

pink, bloodstained, in a trunk.

I didn't know it was still up there.

That was a prop

I used to scare your mom with years ago.

I got it at a thrift store,
threw some food dye on it,

and we had some laughs,

and-and I guess we
must've left it up there.

Because I re... I...

I remember seeing you and Mom
digging it up in the backyard

when I was a little kid.

Mom said it was just a dream.

She probably would've said anything

to get you to go back to sleep then.

That trunk

belonged to your great-grandma Rosalind.

After she died, we found out

that she had buried her valuables in it.

What valuables?

Those bone china teacups

and the silver steak knives

in the pantry.

Yeah, yeah. The ones Mom loved so much?

Yeah.

Okay...

let's go home.

Um, I'm in police custody.

Your bail was paid an hour ago.

I just wanted you to talk to me.

Hey, how'd you get the money?

I took on a new client
with a generous retainer.

How generous?

Ryan Hudson.

So you sold your soul to the devil, huh?

I had to get you out of here.

And as your lawyer,

I am willing to do
anything to protect you.

We're done in here. Thanks.

Thanks for getting
that stuff out of there.

I'm sorry...

... for what I did
to you in high school.

I didn't spread those rumors,

but I didn't try to stop them either,

so I'm part of what
hurt you, and I'm sorry.

I'm not going to hug you.

Okay.

I owed you

for not outing me to Bess
and Ace, even though you knew

everything about me and Ryan.

He told me he has nothing to hide,

but he does.

Me.

And I realize now,
there's no end to that.

He wants to keep me hidden,

even though his wife isn't here anymore.

You know, all this time,
I thought it was Tiffany,

but it's not, it's me.

I'm the kind of girl
that you keep a secret.

You deserve a lot better than...

- I know that, okay?
- Okay.

I'm aware.

- Okay.
- But...

sometimes my actions don't
line up with my awareness.

Don't tell me they ditched out
without turning off the lights.

- Guys.
- Uh, we're still here.

We were just in the storage room.

- As friends.
- Don't make it weird.

Anyway, we thought

you might need this to mail the
body parts to your scientist.

Thanks, guys.

- Okay, so after living
- _

in this superstitious town for 18 years,

I'm starting to think
there may be something

to those superstitions.

Namely, a dead girl who
is somehow connected

to Tiffany Hudson.

Not saying I believe in ghosts,

but if Dead Lucy is
out there listening...

I'm gonna figure out
who killed you, too.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Just happy to see you.

You, um...

you want your surprise?

Yeah.

Can I?

Okay.

So your mom

will always be with you.

Safe.

Even when you have
to take the locket off

to go get into trouble.

Thank you.

As midnight approaches

and with it another year, who
will live and who will die?

Only the buckets will tell.

_

_

_

Stay here. Be right back.

Protection?

Ah, bucket.

Both.

All right,

let's see who Tiffany texted
right before she died.

Or maybe let's put a hold on that.

So... ?

Only water in our bucket.

Which means we're safe.
Death passes us by another year.

And that's good to hear
after the day I had.

_